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Weight Watchers Week Six: Jason Beat Me

I have lost four pounds on weight watchers. And I am proud that it hasn't been that hard and I am stoked the system works. 

My partner tells me the other day that I have inspired him to eat healthier. For him this means more turkey sandwiches at Subway, and maybe less coke? It didn't mean much, I will tell you that. 

He tells me this weekend that he lost seven pounds. 

SEVEN.

Without eating diet food. 

So I made cookies this weekend to try to thwart his progress. 

Weight Watchers Week Two: More stuff

So I have been getting pretty good at guessing what things are worth as far as points and I am kind of proud of this and kind of disgusted with it as well.

Big news! I lost .8 lbs this week. I am up to ONE WHOLE POUND.

I still think about food a lot. Like today is Friday and starting Friday nights I eat fat. I don't count points until Monday morning again. I try to not snack as much still, but I don't worry about eating a bowl of pasta or whatever. And it apparently works since I am dropping weight.

I also stopped going to meetings. I changed my account to online only. Those meetings did nothing for me and a lot of it was super common sense.

I bought a scale and instead will weigh myself on that weekly and keep track of it.

Bonus! The scale I bought recorded me at 2 lbs lighter than the WW scale at the meeting. While I am sure I didn't lose 2 lbs in 48 hours, the numbers look less scary.

Ooh, maybe I will even see a movie this weekend and eat movie popcorn! I am so wild and crazy.

Weight Watchers Week One: The Weigh In

I went to my second Weight Watchers meeting this week. We still played the affirmation game at the end, where everyone shouts the affirmations in unison. (I didn’t because I don’t know them yet.) It was still weird. 

First there is the weigh in. I took off my shoes and stepped up on the scale behind the little glass partition, which is conveniently cloudy so people can’t see anything about your weight. This is a stupid and entirely pointless measure since the weight only shows up on the employee’s computer, which isn’t visible anyway. And it’s not like people are getting naked in there, though I supposed it provides more privacy should you want to take more off. 

I lost .2 pounds. <--Not a typo. That’s two-tenths of a pound. Let me give you a visual. Take five Ding Dongs and lay them on a table to represent ONE pound (If you have Ding Dongs in your house I envy you). Take one away. There are still four Ding Dongs of fat left in that single pound. That’s it. Not impressive.

She asked me: “Do you feel thinner?” 
I paused. “Yes, actually.” 
She smiled really big. “Well then that’s good!”

Um. Feeling thinner does not actually equal thinner. 

<Lifts glass of water since I can’t drink anything else> Here’s to next week.